In these worlds that stretchbeyond the known most call
realitydragons fly and fill the
skieswith fiery rain and molten
breathuntil they reach a point
of satisfaction

and then they lift their wings
againflying high into a glideto come to rest upon a mountain
highwhere a waterfall begins
a new descentin innocence of claritythat brings the burnt out
fieldsto utter springs of green
again